4 Gramz To Face

Lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz] (Oooh, Sav killed it) 8-D [Chorus: YSR Gramz] 4 grams to the face, nigga, this a eighthy We got so many straps, like the fuckin' navy You broke as hell, nigga, you ain't even wavy I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me 4 grams to the face, nigga, this a eighthy We got so many straps, like the fuckin' navy You broke as hell, nigga, you ain't even wavy I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] You don't hear me rappin' with these niggas, 'cause they got to pay me It ain't Runts, but I'll charge you $50 for this eighthy Lebeau Street slap, down the street from Dailey Catch a nigga slippin', GTA, man, that nigga wasted Give a nigga red tips, like a fuckin' waitress I'm gettin' off with these raps, and these niggas hate it Niggas shootin' with their eyes closed, your victim made it You had a baby while broke, you should've waited Told my nigga, "Shoot that lil nigga", I'm the instigator You a fool for cuffin' her, you a April baby I'll sell 30 somethin' P's, out my grandma basement If I want what you got, Dee Rich gon take it [Chorus: YSR Gramz] 4 grams to the face, nigga, this a eighthy We got so many straps, like the fuckin' navy You broke as hell, nigga, you ain't even wavy I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me 4 grams to the face, nigga, this a eighthy We got so many straps, like the fuckin' navy You broke as hell, nigga, you ain't even wavy I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me [Verse 2: Eightball Tank] Man, what's good YSR? Bro just left Memphis with them bowls, nigga, no iHeart Think that bitch loyal, but I beat, nigga, no 5 hearts Lil nigga, you ain't cut, you ain't got no scars Told bro, "Put a punch on me", but I ain't tryna spar Why you got a gun with no opps, nigga, who your target? Funny how I knock the plug out, I slid in the Charger Have my bitch in your yard sprayin', no Mrs. Parker Unc got some puppies for the low, but you won't hear 'em barkin' Roll up a nigga, then smoke him, guess I just cigar'd him Lil bitch got some miles on her, but ain't got no starter Nigga hit that web and turn though, like Peter Parker Quavis said he got them bowls in, but he ain't no Entrée AR-15 shape his 'fro, but I ain't no barber Got his ass beat at Flint school, so he went to Carman Then he got his ass beat there, and went to Linden Charter Everything I fuckin' drop fire, should charged for arson Beam on the .40 goin' dead, bro, who got a charger? Drop your location or be quiet, I don't like to argue Got my foot on these niggas neck, they some walkin' carpets I be by myself all the time, but the Glock my partner Talk crazy, I'm comin' for your dawg, turn him to a carcass Lost all my niggas back-to-back, that shit made me heartless Lil nigga better not take it there, or I'ma take it farther